Guest Post & Giveaway: Regan Summers

My favorite love story comes from a James Cameron movie.

Hey, where are you going? Come back! I’m not talking about Titanic.

I’m talking about The Abyss. The 1989 science fiction movie is best known for the water effects and for how parts of it were filmed in a 7,000,000 (that’s right, seven meeeeellion) gallon tank at an unfinished nuclear power plant. And that is remarkable.

But the heart of the story is Virgil “Bud” Brigman, played by he-of-the-piercing-blue-eyes, Ed Harris. He’s a gruff foreman running an experimental deep sea oil rig. And Virgil’s heart, in turn, is in the hands of the abrasive Dr. Lindsay Brigman, played by Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio. Do you see where I’m going with this?

They come from disparate backgrounds. He’s a roughneck and she has a PhD. He gets all greasy fixing the machines on the rig. She designed the rig. They married for convenience, truly fell in love, but then combusted and separated. Fate, aliens and the U.S. military throw them together thousands of feet below the surface of the ocean in a veritable pressure cooker, and they fall in love again. They’re both competent, intelligent, passionate people who will do anything for the other person. And I do mean anything.

Twenty-three years is long enough, right? I’m not going to spoil this for anyone? Okay, if you haven’t seen this movie, skip the remainder of this, and the next two paragraphs. Otherwise…the big sacrifice, the one that influences the aliens to spare humankind, is delivered softly. It’s Bud, relaying a poorly-typed message saying that, when he went out to try to defuse a bomb, he knew it was a one-way trip. He reassured Lindsay and the crew when he left, but he understood he wasn’t coming back. It’s a great moment, really, but the two scenes that made my heart grow three sizes were these:

One: When Bud hears that Lindsay’s coming down to his ship after months (or years) apart, he pulls off his wedding band and throws it into the toilet. Then he realizes that, no matter how much she frustrates and angers him, he loves her. He retrieves the ring and, since the toilets are specialized, they’re full of neon blue water. His hand is stained blue, a larger, more noticeable exhibit of his love than the ring. Awwww.

Two: Bud and Lindsay are trapped in a failing mini-sub, which is rapidly filling with frigid water, far from the rig. They’ve only got one survival suit. Lindsay calculates the oxygen, water temperature and their relative strength, and determines that one of two things will happen. Either they’ll both die, or she has to die so that Bud – the stronger swimmer – can drag her back to the rig. It’s the only chance for at least one of them to survive, and it’s an intense scene. The sub’s tiny, so Bud’s right there, holding her as she drowns, not knowing if he can bring her back.

*blows whistle* Okay, all you people who’ve been meaning to watch a movie for TWENTY-THREE years but haven’t gotten around to it, come on back. This is the love story that made me believe in love stories. It’s probably why I’m addicted to paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Situations are highest possible stakes intense. Differences between love interests can be vast. We’re talking different species or millenium-old enemies. It’s fantastic.

Love has to find a way through massive odds, threats of violence and magically-induced divisions. When it’s tested, it’s put way past the red line. In the Night Runner series, Sydney Kildare and Malcolm Kelly are, for everything going on around them, taking things slowly. As a vampire, Mal has all the time in the world, but because of a serious mistake in the past, he’s indentured to a stronger vampire. He’s learned to value things like time, freedom and choice, and wants to make the most of all three.

In RUNNING IN THE DARK, Sydney’s stepping deeper into the vampire world – a world she’s skirted for years as a courier – and she’s not liking what she’s finding. With the exception of Malcolm. For someone who’s learned to mistrust men and been taught to distrust vampires, this is a difficult realization.

So when they discover a substance that’s threatening vampires and humans alike, they both want to find and destroy it. And that’s when Malcolm’s past springs open like a Pandora’s Box with a malicious sense of humor, upping the stakes and making the danger very real, and very, very personal.

What is Malcolm willing to give in order to protect Sydney? What is Syd capable of doing when a band of vampires rises between her and Mal?

Santiago, Chile After surviving a vampire turf war in Alaska, vampire courier Sydney Kildare is back behind the wheel and working under an assumed name in Chile. She doesn’t speak the language, doesn’t know the city and—worst of all—has to drive a crappy car.

What she does have is Malcolm Kelly, her sort-of boyfriend and manager of the city’s vampire population. But with Malcolm preoccupied by bloodsucker business—and a gorgeous vampiress from his past—Sydney feels more alone than ever.

But Sydney has more than her love life to worry about. She’s got vamps on her tail, mysterious deliveries that leave death in their wake, and old enemies targeting her to get to Malcolm. Turns out he’s got a history more deadly than she ever imagined, and she’ll have to use every skill in her arsenal to stay alive…

About the Author
Regan Summers lives in Anchorage, Alaska with her husband and alien-monkey hybrid of a child. She is a huge fan of the low profile. She likes books, ottomans with concealed storage, small plate dining, libraries, Corporal Hicks, some aspects of pre-revolutionary France, most aspects of current Italy, and books.

Her Night Runner series, including Don’t Bite the Messenger and Running in the Dark, is available wherever e-books are sold.

Comments

I’ve read so many books that it’s hard to pick a favorite. When it comes to movies, though, I adore The Last of the Mohicans (the DDL version of course). Lots of sacrifice in the name of love going on in that movie LOL.

My favorite love story is from a european comics book. They meet, fall in love, she gets sicks and is sent away. Years later, she disappears and her parents ask him to help them find her. He does. When she’s back home, her uncle asks her if the guy ever believed she was getting married, and she answers “Not for one second”, as he flies back home thinking of the life they could have had together had he stayed. They loved each other, yet separated because their lives were too different and they chose to keep the feeling at its best.

Thanks for the great post and congrats to Regan on the new release! I’d have to say that the book that got me into romance was Little Women. Really! When Jo falls in love with Bahr… made my first romance sigh of happiness 🙂

My favorite love story was never written down. There are no words to describe it. It’s never been made into a movie. There are no actors, directors, or cameras that can capture it. The love I speak of is my mother’s love for my father.

My parents found each other in their mid and late 20’s. My father had been wheeled down on a gurney for an x-ray. My mother was his bone photographer that day. A simple beginning for two wonderful people.

They lived a wonderful life together. There were two children who learned everything from them. They had adventures in five different countries over three years in the late 80’s, one year in South Carolina, and thirty four years together in rural West Virginia surrounding it all.

Yes simple. I just wish it had stayed that way. In April of 1998 my father was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimers. He was fifty. My mother who, twenty four years earlier, vowed to love him in sickness and health kept that promise to the very letter of the word.

He suffered from his disease for another twelve years. For all but the last three he lived at home with mom and then only at the insistance of my sister and I did she move him to a care facility.

She loved and for him through the memory loss, the fear, the rage, the sorrow, and finally through the end of his life just so that she could have every possible moment of happiness that she could find during the end of his life. Even after he could no longer be at home she went and fed him breakfast every morning and supper night, and every meal on the weekends. She took him for walks around the facility; outside on wonderful days, inside when it just wasn’t possible to go outdoors. She sang to him and to this day loves him, even though he is no longer at her side, with all of her heart.